Cynthia Dion:

After that, we maintained silence because the atmosphere had turned awkward. It wasn't the right time for me to inquire about what Atticus had wanted to say.

I hesitated to have him admit anything, feeling undeserving of any revelations. Exiting the car, he courteously held the door open for me. Hand in hand, we strolled towards the garden, where I spotted Mr. Holt engrossed in a book.

Upon lifting his gaze, our eyes briefly connected, creating an oddly ...